Notes Fly So Much Farther Than Words.

I Stopped Loving My Father A Long Time Ago. What Remained Was The Slavery To A Pattern.

There Are Books Which We Read Early In Life, Which Sink Into Our Consciousness And Seem To Disappear Without Leaving A Trace. And Then One Day We Find, In Some Summing-up Of Our Life And Put Attitudes Towards Experience, That Their Influence Has Been Enormous.

We Are All Engaged In The Task Of Peeling Off The False Selves, The Programmed Selves, The Selves Created By Our Families, Our Culture, Our Religions. It Is An Enormous Task Because The History Of Women Has Been As Incompletely Told As The History Of Blacks.

Good Things Happen To Those Who Hustle.

Sometimes We Reveal Ourselves When We Are Least Like Ourselves.